Arid Waves Trimeric
My dreams flow into an ocean of peace,
sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
I’m being guided by unconsciousness.
Sea breezes and sandcastles so ornate,
it’s hard to take in what my mind has built.
Density sits, dressed like a hurricane.
I inhale them sharply yet cannot see,
visions so pungent they wrap me in salt.
Arid waves paint twenty four carat skies.
I’m being guided by unconsciousness,
finding fulfilled in an alternate realm.
All this took was some imagination.
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